High Noon 1939
SJ Dawson, The Cock Inn, Stock, Near Ingatestone, Essex.
“When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again,
With dancing birds and sweet girls cries
Behind the gateway of the brain;
And that no-place that gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:-
Still Time may hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store
Of song and flower and sky and face,
And count, and touch, and turn them o’er…”
“When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again,
With dancing birds and sweet girls cries
Behind the gateway of the brain;
And that no-place that gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:-
Still Time may hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store
Of song and flower and sky and face,
And count, and touch, and turn them o’er…”
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